Monday, October 21, 2013

Few Are Angels Trailer Reveal 10/21

Synopsis:

After a fatal hit and
run accident, Ella Monroe fears that she’s lost more than her beloved parents.
Horrifying visions of a past life and a disturbing voice in her head have
psychiatric professionals convinced that she’s lost her sanity as well. But
when Kale--a dark and handsome stranger with a mysterious past--reveals the
true meaning of her visions and the tremendous power she wields through them,
Ella must come to terms with the devastating truths of her own past, while
eluding an ancient Dark Prince who seeks to control not only her future, but
all of mankind’s, by means of abilities that Ella is only beginning to
understand.

I’d had a hell of a time
convincing Jace that I needed to know the truth about myself and where I was
going, but I was getting better at convincing people. If only it had worked
with Kale. To me, two days was more than enough time to calm down, but Kale
seemed to need more time. That was one thing I didn’t have. He wasn’t answering
his phone, and he wasn’t at the mausoleum when Jace, Mia, and I went to check.
He and I both avoided answering Mia’s questions with the promise of a full
explanation once we returned to the house. I had started to get worried, but
Jace explained that Kale was tying up loose ends because I would be leaving and
he would have no reason to stay in the area. I wasn’t sure what loose
ends he had, but I hoped I would get a chance to say ‘until we meet again’
because I was never going to say goodbye to him. It was better that we split up
until Laurent was taken care of.

I had another reason to
go with Jace to the Council. I had a favor to ask. In return, I would stay with
them until Laurent was killed. Alex’s flight would be in at midnight and then
there was the thirty minute drive to the house, and I had a while to explain
everything to Mia. Jace and I had discussed a plan to get Alex’s
cooperation with helping me disappear. I hated saying it like that, but that’s
what it was. It was Alex’s job to make sure his family knew I was appreciative
of all they’d done, but I needed to leave. On the way to Mia’s from the
cemetery, Mia was surprisingly easy to talk to. Her only demand was to be there
when Alex arrived. I had told her about Kale believing that the tattooed man
was in some way related to the killer and since her parents weren’t home that
she shouldn’t stay there. Jace and I took her home to gather some things.

“I can’t believe this,
Ella. I mean, I just can’t,” Mia said for the hundredth time. “Why would
someone want to kidnap you?” She spoke without a bit of sarcasm. She was truly
confused.

“Mia, it’s a long story
that I only want to have to tell once, so you can stay with me tonight. When
Alex gets here, I will tell you both everything.”

“Fine, but who is this
guy?” She pointed at Jace.

He smiled in the
rearview mirror as we drove into Elmwood City and reintroduced himself. “I’m
Jace Vesco.”

Mia giggled and
commenced flirting. “Beautiful accent. Where are you from?”

That was a good
question. In fact, any personal question was a good one because I had never
asked him about anything other than the Council.

“I’m from Belarus, but I
have lived in so many different places that I believe my accent has evolved,”
Jace joked, and Mia giggled again.

I could see why she was
attracted to Jace. With his blue eyes and shockingly white-blond hair, he was
incredibly handsome. His features were exotic and strong, but he didn't hold an
air of mystery like Kale. At least not to me.

“My family is part
Italian,” Mia said.

I peeked in the rearview
mirror, taking in Mia’s blonde hair and pale skin, and was tempted to ask her
about it. But hair dye and makeup could drastically change anyone’s looks.
Instead of interrupting their banter, I sent Kale a text, but he didn't reply.
Meanwhile, Jace and Mia continued to flirt back and forth, and I tried not to
let my lousy mood interrupt them.

“It would be great to
visit my roots in Italy,” I heard Mia say. “I hate living in a small town.
It sucks and most of the women never escape it. If they aren’t pregnant,
they’re waitressing with nowhere to go,” she murmured. Shocked once again, I
looked in the rearview mirror. Mia’s face was hidden as she looked out of the
window. I felt bad for her, she seemed to feel trapped too, but the only
problem was that she wasn’t doing anything about it.

Author Bio:

Inger
Iversen was born in 1982 to Anne and Kaii Iversen. She lives in Virginia Beach
with her overweight lap cat, Max and her tree hugging boyfriend Joshua. She
spends 90 percent of her time in Barnes and Noble and the other ten pretending
not to want to be in Barnes and Noble.